Chapter 108: The white-haired man sends the black-haired man
"No!"
Meng Lang suddenly stood up from the bed, his eyes filled with panic.
When he came back to his senses and saw the familiar furnishings around him, he took a breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Huh~ It turns out to be a nightmare."
I couldn't help but touch my neck with my hand.
He finally knew why he used "a sudden change in painting style" to describe his final ending.
How could what was originally a cozy family theater suddenly turn into a murder scene?
And the adjective used in the last paragraph is also very concerning.
Bite?
Even if someone wants to kill me, except for perverts, no one will speak directly, right?
Are you letting the dogs loose? Isn't this too cruel?
The figure from behind seems to be the murderer, but who is it?
He has a grudge against himself, and his back image can impress him deeply...
And the last sentence "just like the Qingming Festival that year".
Is this to remind myself that the murderer will definitely appear on Qingming Day?
My head hurts.
Fortunately, this is a tragedy that will not happen until 25 years later. It seems that a large number of brothers are already on their way to investigate the truth...
Looking at the time, it was only half past six in the morning, and Meng Lang was no longer in the mood to continue sleeping.
I simply got up, washed up, and went downstairs wearing a set of sportswear.
"Mom, I'm going for a run!" Facing the morning light, Meng Lang trotted out of the small courtyard.
Hearing the noise, the two people stuck their heads out.
"Uh... what did he say he was going to do?" Lao Meng held a toothbrush, mouth full of foam, and turned to ask Yang Hui, who was holding a spatula.
"It seems...you went out to exercise, right?" Yang Hui said a little uncertainly.
"Isn't it possible? Is this what that brat would do?"
The two looked at each other.
…
"Uncle Gen, are you coming out for a walk so early?"
"Aunt Qi, let's go buy groceries."
"Hey! Little Tiger has grown taller again?"
Say hello to familiar faces along the way. As you can tell from the name Mengjia Village, this is a village built on blood ties, and the people in the village are basically related to each other.
If you meet a little kid on the street, you might have to call him uncle.
Mengjia Village is not small, with a total village area of 2,400 acres and a cultivated land area of 830 acres, with a total of 640 households and a registered population of 3,650.
Although Wu City is a well-known big city in China, the economic environment around Wu City is not very good, and it is incomparable to the prosperous coastal areas in the east and southeast.
The locals gave their area a self-deprecating nickname, "Huanwu City Poverty Belt."
More people and less land is the current situation in Mengjia Village.
In addition to the semi-mechanized farming industry, another major economic pillar for the local people is the breeding industry.
"Dad, the script of my life can be a sequel to my parents, or a prequel to my children, but it can't be a sequel to my cousin, right?"
"Stop being so formal with me. If you are a sequel to the two of us, then don't deviate from the outline. Your mother and I will have you when we are twenty. Don't let us end up having a grandchild by then!"
"Pfft!" Meng Qingqing, who was brushing her teeth next to her, suddenly sprayed.
"Why are you laughing? I sent you a photo too! I don't have any hope, just treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!" Yang Hui glared at Meng Qingqing.
Meng Qingqing stood stunned on the spot and couldn't help but wailed.
"Aren't you guys! I'm only 20!"
"What's wrong with 20? What's wrong with not reaching the legal age for marriage?"
"Brother! Whose side are you on?"
"It's hard to share the same responsibility!"
Meng Lang chuckled, then smoothed his hair and struck a pose.
"How about it, Mom? How about I go freshen up and take the photo again? I didn't even prepare for that just now. How can a blind date photo be so casual?"
"No! I've already sent it. Trust me, I'll find a good girl for you!" Yang Hui winked at Meng Lang.
"...Okay." Just be happy.
Meng Lang didn't pay much attention. Anyway, he was in Su City. The sky was high and the Emperor was far away. I could refuse you twelve gold medals.
Meng Lang thought of Ou Lu again when he mentioned the blind date.
I wonder if Ou Lu’s life trajectory would have been different if she hadn’t gone to Wushi to buy a house?
Our story is over before it even begins...
It's quite poetic when you think about it?
Shaking his head and laughing.
When you go to visit the grave, bring more flowers.
…
When you go to visit a tomb, you can’t avoid big and small bags, sacrifices, paper money, hoes and sickles...
In short, when going out, everyone carries various things, big and small, with them.
A group of four people slowly walked into the narrow mountain road in the back mountain.
Lao Meng walked in front carrying two loads of cloth bags on a pole, and the heavy weight bent him slightly.
Meng Lang followed behind him with a hoe on his shoulder. The early morning sun shone through the trees and cast tiny spots of light on Lao Meng in front of him.
Only then did he realize that Lao Meng's black temples had some white hair at some point, reflecting silver light in the sunlight.
Unknowingly, his parents had grown old, and Meng Lang felt a little emotional.
Looking at Lao Meng's staggering back, his eyes suddenly became dazed...
For some reason, the pattern on the cover suddenly appeared in my mind.
Gradually, this "back" and that "back" gradually overlap...
The same familiarity, the same... rickets?
"The road ahead is narrow and difficult to walk on. Please be careful!"
Lao Meng in front said something at this time and glanced back at Meng Lang.
And the moment he turned around, Lao Meng's face in Meng Lang's eyes suddenly became ferocious and terrifying!
"Bang!" The hoe fell to the ground, and Meng Lang stood stunned on the spot.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Meng Qingqing from behind asked doubtfully.
Meng Lang didn't seem to hear anything, and just stared blankly at Lao Meng in front of him.
It turns out...it's really "Back View"?
Not only does it highlight the topic, but also the truth?
Really, a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift?!